Fart Fetish

Fart Fetish

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Dear Readers, My name is John and I have a fart fetish. Ive had a fart fetish all my life. I now have a great girlfriend that I absolutely love to death and she's extremely sexy too. We've been dating for a very long time and I would really like to tell her about my fart fetish. The only problem is I don't know the best way to tell her about my fart fetish because I'm very afraid of how she might think. I know I can trust her and again I really love her but I'm still kinda afraid to actually tell her. So my question is what's the best way to actually tell her about my fart fetish? Please tell me all of your very best suggestions about how to tell her and thanks so much for reading my story.
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